Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Five Americans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Magma,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.